Amarie Ateliér
Amarie Ateliér was born from water and womb, from lineage and lifetimes, seasons and cycles, and the slow return to the wisdom woven from the nature of the woman body. A space for she who longs to remember her rhythm. Where ceremony and creation, tenderness and touch, stillness and story, weave together as sacred pathways of feminine remembrance.
The Birth of Amarie
In the weaving of my heart, I knew I did not want to create a brand; I wanted to birth a vessel. A name that could hold not only my essence, but the blueprint of the women who came before me, those I walk alongside, and the ones who will come after.
And so I stripped everything bare and returned to the name I inherited from my beloved grandmother whom now walks beside me as an angelic prayer of trust. She was Kirsten Marie. A woman of quiet grace and fierce devotion, of deep waters and tender shores.
From her, I inherited more than a name. I inherited a thread; a reminder that everything I create is woven through the hands of the women who walked before me. From her name came Amarie. A word that holds the vibration of love Amor, of sea Maris, and of feminine devotion Marie.
Amarie Ateliér was born from water and womb, from lineage of mothers and lifetimes of midwives, from the turning of seasons, and from the slow return to the wisdom held in the feminine body.
The Essence
Amarie Ateliér is a living altar and a sanctuary for the feminine. A place where the sacred is not something we reach for, but something we return to. It lives in our eyes interwoven as we gather in circle. It lives in the tender stillness between us as we sit together in ceremony. It lives in the pause between inhale and exhale, and in the stories beneath the skin that longs to be felt.
Amarie Ateliér is woven from my own path of returning to the essence. From listening rather than teaching, from presence rather than performance.
What we meet here, is never wrong. What we touch becomes whole, because we remember. We do not seek to fix or to shape, but to witness, with open eyes and a tender heart, what already breathes beneath the surface. In that meeting, something softens. The body remembers her rhythm. The woman remembers her belonging.
The Wisdom of Womb
The womb is darkness and decay, beauty and birth, chaos and creation, silence and storm. She leads through rhythm and transition. She speaks through motion and rest, body and blood, reflected in the tides of the sea, and in the cycles of the moon and nature’s inherent seasons.
She invites us to trust the in-between, to bow to endings, and to gather beauty and wisdom in the unraveling..
In Amarie Ateliér, we lead ourselves from the wisdom of the womb. When we move at her pace, we remember how to listen — how to heal without rushing, how to create without striving, how to live in tune with the heart of her rhythm.
The Paths of Amarie
Within Amarie, there are many paths to walk — each one a doorway into the same essence.
Womb of Her is a journey of depth and devotion for the woman in transition — guiding her through descent, tenderness, and return. A three-moon journey back to the roots of her being, and the rose of her vessel.
The Listening is a ceremonial meeting for the woman who longs to be met in the quiet between worlds. A distant healing and written transmission woven from stillness and sacred listening.
Ceremony of Her is a deep immersion through touch, tenderness, and energy. A three-hour ceremonial dearmouring ritual of release, rewiring and remembrance.
The Woman Weave is a weaving of women and womb in circle. A living tapestry of stories, silence, and song. For the woman who longs to remember herself in the eyes of another. In the weave, we practice what our ancestors knew — that healing deepens when shared, that beauty expands when seen, that sisterhood is ceremony.
Each path is different in shape but rooted in the same soil; the sacred intelligence of the feminine body. They are rivers that all return to the same sea — home to the pulse of life itself.
The pillars that hold her are simple. Touch. Tenderness. Ceremony. Breath. Beauty. Living elements through which she breathes — threads that bind the sacred and the human, the seen and the felt. Each one a reminder that wholeness was never lost, only waiting to be remembered.